Hits & Mrs Frank Turner

True love
Is staying out late of an evening
Then crashing home late without warning
Still getting breakfast in bed in the morning

My girl
She rolls her eyes and she finds me in pieces
She picks me up and she smooths out the creases
And all the while she is nothing but sweetness

And all that I need in the end of the night
When I’m messed up and stressed out and half dead with fright
Is somebody sweet who will turn out the light
Make me breakfast in bed and get the coffee just right

She brings me hangover hugs and comedown kisses
She is my first and my last, she’s all my hits & my Mrs

Now true love
Is coming back home from my travels
To find that everything else is unraveled
And she’s the only thing keeping me level

My girl
Well she comes down to meet me at the station
She holds me closer, that brief ventilation
And waves me off on my road to salvation